Watching the Fire

I want to lounge outside

And get lost in the fire

Of a burning stone pit.

I want to feed it logs,

Freshly split

By an axe passed down.

The famished flames

Will thank me.

I want the smoke to

Stain my hair.

My sweatshirt will be


In my favorite smell.

Crackling, restful in my ears.

Light reflecting solace

In my eyes.

I want the night to be long.

I want the air to be cold.